AN: Ha, that still cracks me up. Anyway, I recently found a friend that could help me. I didn't know how to put another chapter up, heck, I just pushed random keys, and clicked once and a while and wah la. You got my first posted story. So, I'm sorry it took so long, even if no one is reading this what so ever. So, thank you Yascarocks. I hope no one's mad.

Beep… Beep… BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Slam! Crunch!

"Damn it." I cursed. This is my fifth alarm clock in the past two months. I groggily got out of bed and went into the bathroom connected to my room. I got the master bedroom, Fang has the second biggest, right next to mine, Iggy, the third, on the other side of me, Nudge across the hall from me with the forth, Gazzy, on the side of Nudge with the fifth and Angel with the smallest room. Angel's room really isn't all that small, so you can imagine what my room's size is.

I peeled my clothes off of my sweaty skin. Nightmares. They get me restless and unruly. Something like my life could do that. What really gets me mad is that some people have such good dreams compared to mine. Like the naked dream, or the falling dream, or the dream where you are forced to scream at the television because Stupid Joe from Blue's Clues is a retard and won't turn around to see the freaking paw print. Stupid retard is dumber than Steve; I didn't think that was possible. (Sorry, one of my nightmares. Forcibly watching a marathon of Noggin' can do that to a person shudders)

I got into the shower and washed the sweat off of my skin. Do you ever wonder why you could be burning and step into a hot shower, but still think it's not hot enough? I find that odd, but it happens to me too.

I brushed my hair over my shoulder and let the water run down the back of my neck and back, then into the drain, washing all my previous worries until the water stopped.

A knock on my door made me jump and drop the towel I was using to dry off.

Me, being irritated because (a) I dropped the towel, (b) I still remember Fang barging in, and (c) I had to buy a lot of shampoo to wash out Iggy's wings while he was still passed out because he would never let me do what I had to do while he was conscious.

I picked up the towel and wrapped myself up into it. I walked over to the door, hair dripping wet the whole way.

I yanked the door open quickly and saw Fang, standing there, hand uplifted to knock again.



"What do you want?" I asked, adjusting my towel. Bad idea. Now, I just attracted attention to my state of clothing and I don't like my best friend giving me an up-down.

Let's set the scene, shall we? Me, Maximum Ride, in a white beach towel, with it wrapped around me and the little thing where you tuck it in the side, standing in front of her best friend, while he looks up and down.

His eyes lingered on my breasts, just to make matters worse. I got an idea, I know shocker right?

I lifted my finger up to his chin and put pressure on it to gently lift his head up, so his eyes would meet mine. He had an expressionless face on but his eyes held something else. He was trying to cover it up, and was doing a good job or it too, anyone else would say his face was emotionless, but I knew better.

"Fang…" I purr/whispered.

For a second he looked shocked, but then he just looked the same with that muffled emotion in his eyes.

"Get your ass out of my room," I purred, it sounded so weird in my voice. It was a threat, but it didn't sound like it. It sounded like I was flirting; disgusting, bleh.

He looked at me, for a second longer ant then he snapped out of it and blinked, three times in a row, after that he went back to the normal pace of blinking, whatever you'd call it.

He didn't move, so I leaned closer to him, my towel still fitting snuggly on me, for those of you that are weird. I put my arms around his neck and my chin on his shoulder. He was stupid enough to put his arms around my waist, and his chin on the nook of my neck. If we would have swayed it would look like we were dancing.

Suddenly, well for him anyway, I jerked my knee up and purposefully missed the target, but not by much. He leaned over on me, and I put his arm over my shoulder and gripped his hand in mine. I put my arm around his waist, and slowly dragged him into his room, over to his bed, and dropped him forcefully.

"Next time, I won't be so generous as to miss," I whispered into his ear.

I tugged on my towel and walked back into my room to get dressed for a dreadful first day of school.

Hey, tell me what you think… or don't think. Tell me if it sounds way too fake, okay. I hate that and I don't want to hate what I write. Thanks.